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JUDY  34,  1547. 


RENDERED   BY 


ON 


FIONAS  MY, 


IN    THE 


UffiGE     T4BESNACLE, 

SALT    LAKE    CITY, 

COMMEMORATING  THE  ENTRANCE  OF  THE  PIONEERS  INTO 
THE  GREAT  SALT  LAKE  VALLEY, 

JULY 


Deseret  News  Co.,  Printers. 


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THE)    PIONEERS. 


fHE  entrance  of  the  Pioneers  into  Great  Salt  Lake 
Valley,  on  the  24th  of  July,  1847,  was  an  event  of 
great  significance,  and  will  be  forever  memorable  in  our 
history.  We  fled  to  this  western  region  to  escape  the 
violence  of  mobs,  and  find  a  haven  of  rest,  where  we 
might  worship  God,  unmolested,  according  to  the  dic- 
tates of  conscience.  The  opening  up  of  a  vast  tract  of 
country  was  not  only  a  matter  of  great  importance  to  the 
people  who  accomplished  it,  but  was  necessarily  benefi- 
cent in  its  effects  upon  the  nation,  whose  wealth  and 
magnificence  were  thus  increased. 

To-day  we  commemorate  the  occasion  under  dis- 
tressing auspices.  The  cause  which  drove  the  Pioneers 
to  seek  a  refuge  in  the  then  undeveloped  west,  are 
revived  in  great  intensity  of  bitterness.  The  community 
are  plunged  in  sorrow  because  their  liberties  are  ruth- 
lessly assailed  by  those  by  whom  they  should  be  pro- 
tected and  sustained.  In  consequence  of  cruel  and  un- 
warranted attacks  upon  our  rights,  our  leaders  are  in 
enforced  exile,  notwithstanding  their  loyalty  to  the 
principles  upon  which  the  government  of  this  nation 
was  founded,  and  their  life  labors  in  the  cause  of  suffer- 
ing humanity.  Numbers  of  our  brethren  languish  in 
prison,  families  have  been  temporarily  broken  up,  and 
sorrow  rests  upon  fie  souls  of  the  people.  Hence  the 
emblems  of  mourning  by  which  the  eyes  of  this  great 
throng  are  greeted.  For  these  reasons  what  would  other. 


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wise  be  a  day  of  unalloyed  rejoicing  is  tinged  with  the 
spirit  of  sadness. 

Yet  we  cannot  consistently  pass  the  anniversary  of 
so  grand  an  occasion  without  a  public  recognition  of  the 
goodness  of  God  in  leading  the  Pioneers  of  this  region 
to  a  resting  place  in  these  beautiful  valleys.  And  while 
engaged  in  these  exercises,  we  can  but  look  up  to  Him 
with  full  expectation  and  faith  that,  in  His  own  due 
time,  He  will  work  out  a  new  and  signal  deliverance  for 
His  people. 


THE    FOLLOWING    MOTTOES    EXPLAIN    THE    ABSENCE    OF    THE    PRESIDING 
AUTHORITIES    AND    THE    DRAPING    OF    THE    STANDS: 

UNDER  THE  EVERLASTING  COVENANT,  GOD  MUS.    ^ND  WILL 
BE  GLORIFIED. 

The  First  Presidency: 
IN  EXILE  FOR  CONSCIENCE  SAKE. 

Of  the  Twelve  Apostles  and  Counselors: 

THOSE   NOT     HERE   ARE   IN   JEOPARDY,  IN   PRISON   AND   IN    FOREIGN 

LANDS,   BECAUSE    THEY    PREFER    TO    OBEY    GOD 

RATHER    THAN    MAN. 


The  Presidency  of  the  Stake: 

HAVING  TASTED  THE  VENGEANCE  OF  THEIR  ENEMIES,  AND  FELT 

THEIR  CRUEL  DISREGARD  OF  LAW,  THEIR  LABORS  AND 

VISITS  ARE  LIKE  THE  ANGELS',  SEEN  ONLY  BY 

THOSE  WHO  HAVE  FAITH. 

Of  the  Presiding  Bishopric: 

THOSE  WHO  ARE  ABSENT  CHOOSE  TO  BE  WANDERERS  IN  THEIR 

OWN  LAND  IN  PREFERENCE  TO  BEING  VICTIMS  TO  THOSE 

WHO  HAVE   SELECTED   THEM  FOR  RUIN. 

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1.     SONG, 


Marching  Homeward, 
Sunday  School  Children. 


We're  marching  on  to  glory, 
We're  working  for  our  crown ; 

We'll  make  our  armor  brighter, 
And  never  lay  it  down. 

CHORUS: 
We're  marching.marching  homeward 

To  that  bright  land  afar; 
We  work  for  life  eternal, 

It  is  our  guiding  star. 


2. 


Then,  day  by  day  we're  marching, 
To  heaven  we  are  bound ; 

Each  good  act  brings  us  nearer 
That  home  where  we'll  be  crowned. 


Then,  with  ransom'd  children 
That  throng  the  starry  throne, 

We'll  praise  our  Lord  and  S  *vior, 
His  pow'r  and  mercy  own. 


OPENING  PRAYER, 

M.llen  Attwood,  one  of  the  Pioneers. 


3.     Soy  -, 


By  the  Children. 


Beautiful  Zion, 


Beautiful  Zion,  built  above, 
Beautiful  city  that  I  love ; 
Beautiful  gates  of  pearly  white. 
Beautiful  temple — God  is  Jight. 
He  who  was  slam  on  Calvary, 
Opens  those  pearly  gates  to  me. 

Zion,  Zion,  lovely  Zion, 
Beautiful  Zion,  Zion,  city  of  owr  God. 

Beautiful  heaven,  where  all  is  light; 
Beautiful  angeis,  clothed  in  white ; 
Beautiful  strains  that  never  tire ; 
Beautiful  harps  thro'  all  the  choir. 


There  shall  I  join  the  chorus  sweet, 
Worshiping  at  the  Savior's  feet. 

Zion,  Zion,  lovely  Zien, 
Beautiful  Zion,  city  of  our  God. 

Beautiful  crowns  on  every  brow, 
Beautiful  palms  the  conq'rors  show ; 
Beautiful  robes  the  ransom'd  wear, 
Beautiful  all  who  enter  there : 
Thither  I  press  with  eager  feet- 
There  shall  my  rest  be  long  and  sweet 

Zion,  Zion,  lovely  Zion, 
Beautiful  Zion,  city  of  our  God. 


4.  Music,  .         .         .  Passing  Under  the  Rod, 

Sunday  School  Union  Band. 

5.  PIONEER  ADDRESS, 

0.  F.  Whitney. 

6.  PART  SONG,         .         .         .          Might  ivith  the  Right, 

Tabernacle  Choir. 


7.  ORGAN  SOLO,         .         .          Commemoration  March, 

J.  J.  Daynes. 

8.  DUET, 

Mrs.  Julia  Silverwood  and  Miss  A.  Vincent. 

9.  READING,         ....  Past  and  Present, 

R.  R.  Irvine. 

"WHEN  THE  WICKED  RULE,   THE  PEOPLE  MOURN." 

Verily,  verily,  is  the  truth  of  this  saying  verified  in  these  moun- 
tain vales.  How  strikingly  appropriate  to  our  present  condition,  the 
emblems  of  sorrow  and  mourning,  in  the  celebration  of  this  auspicious 
day  —  the  opening  day  when  this  American  Desert,  which  had  slept  for 
many  ages  and  generations,  was  awakened  from  its  deadly  slumber  to 
be  robed  in  all  the  beauty  and  loveliness  of  cultivated  nature,  pro- 
duced by  the  hand  of  arduous  toil,  of  a  people  peeled  and  driven.  But 
God  was  with  us,  and  His  blessing  gave  efficacy  to  the  labor  of  our 
hands. 

The  country  which  banished  us  is  the  land  of  my  birth,  and  the 
time  has  been  when  I  was  proud  to  call  it  my  own.  Then  it  was  a 
beacon  of  light  to  nations  afar  —  an  asylum  for  the  homeless  and  the 
oppressed  of  all  peoples.  Then  its  statesmen  were  men  with  souls  — 
not  greedy  for  gain,  but  devoted  to  the  interests  of  humanity,  and 
holding  national  honor  dearer  than  life.  Then  its  courts—  its  seats  of 
justice  and  Congress  halls  were  receptacles  of  trust,  honor,  and  confi- 
dence. Civil  and  religious  liberty  were  guaranteed  to  all,  and 
bequeathed  to  coming  generations  by  the  sacred  and  glorious  Consti- 
tution inspired  by  the  Almighty. 

Such  was  my  country,  and  then  my  heart  swelled  with  pride  that 
I  was  an  American  citizen.  But  now,  alas!  I  am  forced  to  exclaim, 
"How  are  Ihe  mighty  fallen!"  Where  are  the  Washingtons,  the 
Adamses,  and  the  Jetfersons  of  the  other  day?  Beneath  our  shelter- 
ing flag,  Joseph  Smith,  my  beloved  husband,  the  choice  of  my  heart, 
and  the  crown  of  my  life—  a  Prophet  of  the  living  God,  and  by  Him 
appointed  to  open  the  last  dispensation  —  an  innocent  man,  guilty  of  no 
crime,  was  cruelly  assassinated  in  Carthage,  Illinois,  while  under  the 
plighted  protection  of  the  governor  of  that  State.  And  now  his  blood 
and  that  of  his  brother  Hyrum,  who  was  murdered  at  the  same  time, 
cries  for  vengeance  from  the  ground.  The  mantle  of  protection  was 
thrown  around  the  assassins,  the  foul  perpetrators  of  that  horrid  deed, 
and  not  one  move  has  been  made  to  bring  them  to  justice,  and  that 
crime  now  rests  on  our  national  escutcheon. 

But  God  did  not  look  with  indifference  on  that  atrocious  deed,  and 
He  does  not  forget  its  perpetrators  —  as  far  as  known,  not  one  of  them 
has  died  a  natural  death.  The  horrid  wail  has  been  wafted  on  the 


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breeze  of  maggots  holding  carnivals  in  their  flesh,  until,  although  in 
horrible  fear  of  what  awaited  them  beyond,  they  earnestly  prayed  for 
death.  God,  the  avenger  of  unrecompensed  guilt,  will  surely  mete 
out  justice  in  His  own  time.  Justice  will  claim  its  own. 

In  these  once  peaceful,  happy  vales,  where  from  every  saintly 
dwelling  the  songs  of  praise  and  thanksgiving  ascended  on  the  morn- 
ing and  evening  breeze,  when  the  right  to  worship  God  according  to 
the  dictates  of  conscience  was  unrestrained,  when  domestic  peace  and 
happiness  were  unmolested,  this  ever  memorable  day  was  crowned 
with  gaiety,  innocent  mirth,  rejoicing  and  thanksgiving.  Fathers 
and  mothers,  parents  and  children  were  happy  in  each  others'  society. 
Now,  where  are  the  fathers?  Some  of  them,  to  evade  the  merciless 
hand  of  persecution,  are  voluntary  exiles  in  foreign  countries.  Many 
of  them  are  wasting  their  time  and  energies  in  the  dreary  confines  of 
loathsome  prisons  in  our  own  land— a  land  of  boasted  freedom  and 
equal  rights.  * 

Our  leaders,  whose  genial  presence  was  wont  to  cheer  us,  and 
whose  wise  counsels,  emanations  from  God,  were  as  the  Polar  Star, 
are  no  longer  in  our  midst — wives  and  children  are  left  without  their 
natural  protectors;  and  all  this  for  conscience'  sake.  The  blessings  of 
home,  "sweet  home,"  the  foundation  of  all  national  greatness,  and  the 
grand  incentive  to  all  that  is  desirable,  elevating,  and  ennobling  in 
human  life,  are  now  being  wrested  from  us  by  unscrupulous  govern- 
ment officials.  The  very  people  who  opened  up  a  path  in  ~the  desert 
— who,  by  unparalleled  toil  and  privation,  have,  through  the  blessing 
of  God,  made  this,  the  once  dreary  and  desolate  region,  to  blossom  as 
the  rose,  until  it  has  excited  the  envy  and  greed  of  the  spoilers  of  our 
peace  and  prosperity,  are  now  being  robbed  of  those  constitutional 
rights  and  liberties  guaranteed  to  American  citizens  by  our  fore- 
fathers. 

In  my  lone  widowhood  I  have  had  one  dear  brother— one  of  my 
father's  family,  with  whom  I  have  often  taken  sweet  counsel.  Where 
is  he  now  ?  Incarcerated  in  prison— like  a  felon  confined  within  grat- 
ing bars,  and  clad  in  a  felon's  suit.  What  has  he  done  ?  He  has  held 
sacred  and  inviolate  all  constitutional  laws  of  our  country,  and  the 
unconstitutional  one  he  has  fully  obeyed.  Then  why  in  prison  ?  Per- 
secution has  driven  him  there.  The  highest  judicial  court  in  these 
so-called  United  States— the  court  of  last  resort,  to  which  he  appealed, 
acknowledged  its  imbecility— it  is  powerless  in  meting  out  justice  to 
Latter-day  Saints,  and  my  brother  has  no  alternative. 

Under  the  circumstances  which  now  surround  us,  the  sable 
drapery — the  insignia  of  mourning  becomes  the  occasion. 

E.  K.  SNOW  SMITH. 


10.      SONG, 


By  the  Children. 


Beautiful  Day, 


The  day -dawn  is  breaking, 
The  world  is  awaking, 
The  clouds  of  night's  darkness  are 
fleeing  away. 


The  world-wide  commotion 
From  ocean  to  ocean 
Now  heralds  the  time  of  the  beauti- 
ful day. 


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CHORUS  : 

Beautiful  day  of  peace  and  rest , 
Bright  be  thy  dawn  from  east  to 

west; 

Hail  to  thine  earliest  welcome  ray, 
Beautiful,  bright  millennial  day. 


In  many  a  temple 
The  Saints  will  assemble, 
And  labor  as  saviors  of  dear  ones 

away; 

Then  happy  reunion, 
And  sweetest  communion 
We'll  have  with  our  friends  in  the 
beautiful  day. 


Still  let  us  be  doing, 
Our  lessons  reviewing, 
Which  God  has  revealed  for  our  walk 

in  His  way, 

And  then,  wond'rous  story, 
The  Lord  in  His  glory 
Will  come  in  His  power  in  the  beau- 
tiful day. 

Then  pure  and  supernal, 
Our  friendship  eternal , 
With  Jesus  we'll  Irve  and  His  coun- 
sels obey; 
Until  ev'ry  nation 
Will  join  in  salvation, 
And  worship  the  Lord  of  the  beauti- 
ful day. 


11.     ARTICLES  OF  FAITH. 

1.  We  believe  in  God,  the  Eternal  Father,  and  in  His  Son,  Jesus  Christ,  and 
in  the  Holy  Ghost. 

2.  We  believe  that  men  will  be  punished  for  their  own  sins,  and  not  for 
Adam's  transgression. 

8.    We  believe  that,  through  the  atonement  of  Christ,  all  mankind  may  be 
saved,  by  obedience  to  the  laws  and  ordinances  of  the  Gospel. 

4.  We  believe  that  these  ordinances  are :     First,  Faith  in  the  Lord  Jesus 
Christ;  second,  Repentance ;  third,  Baptism  by  immersion  for  the  remission  of 
sins ;  fourth,  Laying  on  of  hands  for  the  Gift  of  the  Holy  Ghost. 

5.  We  believe  that  a  man  must  be  called  of  God,  by  "prophecy,  and  by  the 
laying  on  of  hands,"  by  those  who  are  in  authority,  to  preach  the  Gospel  and 
administer  in  the  ordinances  thereof. 

6.  We  believe  in  the  same  organization  that  existed  in  the  primitive  church, 
viz:    apostles,  prophets,  pastors,  teachers,  evangelists,  etc. 

7.  We  believe  in  the  gift  of  tongues,  prophecy,  revelation,  visions,  healing, 
interpretation  of  tongues,  etc. 

8.  We  believe  the  Bible  to  be  the  word  of  God ,  as  far  as  it  is  translated 
correctly;  we  also  believe  the  Book  of  Mormon  to  be  the  word  of  God. 

9.  We  believe  all  that  God  has  revealed,  all  that  he  does  now  reveal,  and  we 
believe  that  he  will  yet  reveal  maty  great  and  important  things  pertaining  to 
the  Kingdom  of  God. 

10.  We  believe  m  the  literal  gathering  of  Israel  and  in  the  restoration  of  the 
ten  tribes.    That  Zion  will  be  built  upon  this  continent.    That  Christ  will  reign, 
personally  upon  the  earth,  and  that  the  earth  will  be  renewed  and  receive  its 
paradisic  glory. 

11.  We    claim  the  privilege  of  worshiping  Almighty  God  according  to  the 
dictates  of  our  own  consciences,  and  allow  all  men  the  same  privilege,  let  them 
worship  how,  where,  or  what  they  may. 

12.  We  believe  in  being  subject  to  kings,  presidents,  rulers  and  magistrates, 
in  obeying,  honoring  and  sustaining  the  law. 

13.  We  believe  in  being  honest,  true,  chaste,  benevolent,  virtuous,  and   in 
doing  good  to  all  men;  indeed,  we  may  say  that  we  follow  the  admonition  of  Paul, 
"We  believe  all  things,  we  hope  all  things;"  we  have  endured  many  things,  and 
hope  to  be  able  to  endure  all  things.    If  there  is  anything  virtuous,  lovely,  or  of 
good  report,  or  praiseworthy,  we  seek  after  these  things. — JOSEPH  SMITH. 


12.     ADDRESS, 


Difference  between  Liberty  and  Bondage, 
B.  H.  Roberts. 


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13.  PRAYER, 

To  be  repeated  in  unison  by  21  boys  and  21  girls. 

14.  PART  SONG,       .         .         .         Now  Pray  We,  Deserei 

Tabernacle  Choir. 


15.     SENTIMENT, 


Jno.  C.  Cutler. 


16.  Music,          .         .         .          Nearer  my  God  to  Thee 

Sunday  School  Union  .Band. 

17.  SONG  AND  CHORUS,        .        .        .      Hope  of  Israel 

By  the  Children. 


Hope  of  Israel,  Zion's  army, 
Children  of  the  promised  day, 

See,  the  chieftain  signals  onward, 
And  the  battle's  in  array! 

CHORUS. 

Hope  of  Israel,  rise  in  might, 
With  the  sword  of  truth  arid  right; 

Sound  the  war-cry — "Watch  and 
Vanquish  every  foe  to-day,   [pray" 

See  the  foe  in  countless  numbers, 
Marshalled  in  the  ranks  of  sin ; 


Hope  of  Israel,  on  to  battle, 
Now  the  vict'ry  we  must  win ! 

Strike  for  Zion,  down  with  error, 
Flash  the  sword  above  the  foe ; 

Every  stroke  disarms  a  foeman, 
Ev'ry  step  we  conquering  go. 

Soon  the  battle  will  be  over, 
Ev'ry  foe  of  truth  be  down : 

Onward,  onward  youth  of  Zion, 
Thy  reward,  the  victor's  crown. 


18.     Music, 


19.     BENEDICTION. 


Beesley's  Band. 


Dead  March  in  Saul, 


Geo.  Goddard, 
Thos.  E.  Taylor, 
Jas.  Dwyer, 
C.  F.  Wilcox, 


Jno.  C.  Cutler, 
R.  S.  Home, 
J.  W.  Summerhays, 
W.  C.  Morris, 


Thos.  F.  Howells. 

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